Abandoning reality
to sculpt the mists and fogs
A small sacrifice
for one grown so lonely

Giving up on knowing
any facts about oneself
or anyone, anything else
No biggie at this point

Forgive me if I no longer am
I would’ve liked to be yours
I would’ve liked that
would’ve said
those were my best years
sharing mine with hers

Anyway
the truths were and never will be
as gentle as the Real
Still let me once more maintain
that
what
was sweet in what
I’ve said
I believe
And the rest —
that’s my mistake,
hiding as I did
in fears, hopes
and other flakes
tumbling off an itchy scalp
in the dried-out indoor air

Author: AW/BW
Editor: BW/AW
Copyright: AMW